Butterfly Story . . . our struggles make us stronger!
“A man found a cocoon of a butterfly. One day a small opening appeared. He sat and watched the butterfly for several hours as it struggled to force its body through that little hole. Then it seemed to stop making any progress. It appeared as if it had gotten as far as it could, and it could go no further.
So the man decided to help the butterfly. He took a pair of scissors and snipped off the remaining bit of the cocoon. The butterfly then emerged easily. But it had a swollen body and small, shriveled wings.
The man continued to watch the butterfly because he expected that, at any moment, the wings would enlarge and expand to be able to support the body, which would contract in time. Neither happened! In fact, the butterfly spent the rest of its life crawling around with a swollen body and shriveled wings. It never was able to fly.
What the man, in his kindness and haste, did not understand was that the restricting cocoon and the struggle required for the butterfly to get through the tiny opening were God’s way of forcing fluid from the body of the butterfly into its wings so that it would be ready for flight once it achieved its freedom from the cocoon.
Sometimes struggles are exactly what we need in our lives. If God allowed us to go through our lives without any obstacles, it would cripple us. We would not be as strong as what we could have been. We could never fly!”
Raccoons are solitary mammals. They eat at night and sleep in their dens during the day.
Just like my husband. I don’t think they’re much into watching sports, though.
Raccoons have excellent hearing and vision.
Just like me, except for the vision thing. I’m half blind in one eye and can’t see much out of the other one. But I can see enough. More than I want to see sometimes.
Raccoons are extremely alert.
Unlike my husband and me. We’re kinda slow on the trigger sometimes . . . well, most of the time. But, we’re old, what do you expect?
Raccoons have five-fingered forepaws and can easily manipulate and open things.
We need a raccoon in the house. My husband and I can barely open a jar of pickles. But my husband wouldn’t open a jar of pickles anyway. He hates pickles! But I like them.
Raccoons are strong swimmers.
I can doggie paddle. My husband can float. Wouldn’t be good for either of us to jump overboard and race each other back to shore.
Raccoons are great climbers and not afraid of dropping 40 feet.
I get dizzy climbing the first step of a ladder. I’d die of a heart attack if I fell off it!
So there you have a few Raccoon facts, plus a few old people facts just for fun. Hey! We’ll all get there one day if we live long enough!
I’ve said it before, “I’m a nature freak.” I love the sound of the wind, the chirping of a bird, the chatter of a squirrel. I love the sunshine, the rain, a thunderstorm. But what I love the most is the freedom it represents.
Nature doesn’t pretend to be something it’s not. It doesn’t try to conform to the wishes of others. It doesn’t kill itself climbing the dilapidated ladder of success. It is what it is.
That’s how I thrive to be; free as a bird, strong as a tree, beautiful as a wildflower . . . what you see is what you get.